"Xuanmu, I didn't expect that you suffered such serious internal injuries and took the poison I specially prepared for you, but you can still live to this day!" Wuxiang Shenjun was not moved by the tender scene in front of him at all. He had just stood firm.
Then he spoke rudely.
Taoist Xuanmu was not angry. He stood up slowly and took a few steps forward. He looked at the man in black in front of him with eyes that had seen everything in the world. He said helplessly: "Wuxiang, I have given in to each other several times, but I still can't do it."
It’s because I don’t want you to go astray and sink deeper and deeper. I didn’t expect that doing so would harm you and cause you to commit such a great evil. Today, I can only end this world by helping you reach bliss as soon as possible.
It’s a catastrophe.”
——"If you want to fight, just fight. Stop being pretentious here. Help me reach bliss as soon as possible? Your old bones, half-buried in the ground, are not enough to rejuvenate my body and bones! Watch your move!"
Before he finished speaking, a bunch of black ribbons spurted out from the palm of Wuxiang Shenjun, and instantly turned into a ferocious dragon. With a long roar, it sprayed out a thick mist, and then rushed straight towards Taoist Xuanmu fiercely.
Taoist Xuanmu waved his broad sleeves without changing his expression, dispelling the fog in front of his eyes. He then summoned an ebony staff, threw it casually, and accurately shot it into the open mouth of the dragon. The ebony staff moved like lightning.
It passed through the dragon's spine, circled in mid-air, and returned firmly to Taoist Xuanmu's hands. The dragon screamed in pain, fell straight to the ground, and then turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.
Wuxiang Shenjun shouted angrily, and then waved a shaking pestle and fought with Taoist Xuanmu. This was a real master showdown. Even Lu Xiao and Li Mubai could only vaguely see Yihei.
The two light spots, one white and one white, are moving and colliding rapidly, sometimes entangled to compete with fists and kicks, sometimes far apart to compete with spiritual power. As for each move, there is no way to know who wins and who loses, let alone
It was said that they were helping. As for other people, they only felt that the ground was shaking and the sky was dark. The raging wind kept whistling by, so that many people could not stand still and could only cluster together to avoid being thrown into the air.
.Some golden beetle monsters with low spiritual power were directly shaken by the powerful fluctuations and vomited blood. They lay on the ground twitching and lost their lives in an instant.
I don't know how long it took for the two people to stop holding hands and face each other, standing far away without saying anything. The sky gradually returned to its usual blue color, and the earth slowly calmed down. If it weren't for the many people on the ground,
There were several corpses that were shocked to death. No one would have imagined how shocking and terrifying the scene just now was. After a while, Wuxiang Shenjun suddenly trembled violently, and a large amount of blood immediately spurted out from his black mouth, and his body
He fell to the ground uncontrollably. After struggling for a while, he didn't get up. He had to put his hands on the ground and barely hold himself up, waiting fiercely for the group of people on the opposite side without saying a word.
——"Wuxiang, you lose!"
Taoist Xuanmu did not move, but looked at the Wuxiang Divine Lord who was lying on the ground indifferently, with pitiful eyes and solemn expression.
——"So what? The worst case scenario is death, just do it!"
The Wuxiang Shenjun raised his head and looked stubbornly at the old man in white clothes across from him, roaring unruly and not caring at all that the blood was flowing out from the corner of his mouth, gradually collecting under his body, dyeing the black soil red.
Taoist Xuanmu stood silently, his eyes looking pitifully at the empty sky. After a long while, he closed them helplessly, shook his head gently, and said calmly: "Let's go!"
Wuxiang Shenjun was stunned for a moment, and then he struggled to stand up with his last breath, struggling to walk out of the barrier. He knew in his heart that with his own strength, he simply couldn't defeat Taoist Xuanmu. But he didn't understand,
Considering Xuanmu's injuries back then, and the poison he gave him, even if he could survive to this day, he would still be at the end of his life. How could he be so powerful! Could it be that someone helped him heal his injuries, or did he just hit him with all his strength without risking his life?
Wuxiang Shenjun is not sure. But the only thing he is sure of is that he must not gamble. Once he loses the bet, he is afraid that his only chance of survival will be lost. Anyway, Meng Zirou will leave Pingle Kingdom sooner or later, and there are many opportunities to seize the earth spirit by himself.
Yes, there is really no need to make fun of your own life. Therefore, the most important thing to do now is to disappear as soon as possible.
Lu Xiao looked angrily at the retreating figure. Just as he was about to speak, he felt the woman in his arms move slightly. He immediately lowered his head and was surprised to find that Meng Zirou's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and then
He opened his eyes and looked at himself in confusion.
"Rou'er, you're awake!" Lu Xiao looked at those purple eyes excitedly and laughed happily like a child.
Meng Zirou looked at Lu Xiao in confusion for a while, then excitedly stretched out her hands, held Lu Xiao's cheeks, and said happily: "Lu Xiao, your eyes are healed? Can you see? Oh my god, that's great.
Got------"
People who are immersed in love often only focus on the pain of the other person and ignore themselves. This is the case for Meng Zirou and Lu Xiao now. After a short period of happiness, Meng Zirou looked around in surprise and asked casually: "Nothing."
Where is Mr. Xiangshen? Was he defeated by you?"
Lu Xiao did not answer, but glared angrily at the old man not far away. Meng Zirou also noticed the kind-faced Taoist Xuanmu, and immediately struggled to stand up from Lu Xiao's arms, smiled excitedly, and said to
Taoist Xuanmu walked away because she knew in her heart that since this wise man with high moral prestige and boundless power appeared here, all problems would no longer exist.
However, what caught people off guard was that before Meng Zirou could speak, Taoist Xuanmu's calm eyes suddenly widened a lot, and an uncontrollable look of pain quickly spread out. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes slowly became hollow.
When he got up, his whole body fell softly.
"Master~!" Li Mubai was the first to react. He rushed forward, stretched out his hand to support the seriously injured old man, and let him lean on his arms. The thumb and index finger of his right hand were clasped tightly together, along the main meridians of the human body, in Xuanmu
After walking around his body, his whole body suddenly froze. Only then did Li Mubai understand why Taoist Xuanmu would let the Wuxiang Divine Lord go. Because his meridians had been severed, and his internal organs had also suffered from years of suffering.
Corroded by poison, it has long become corrupt and hopeless. The battle just now has consumed all his energy. If he does not try to drive away the Wuxiang Divine Lord, everyone will probably die here.
Then the Jade Dragon rushed up and looked at Li Mubai eagerly, hoping to find a glimmer of hope, but found the other person's soulless look, and immediately understood what had happened. Silent tears slowly flowed out of his resolute eyes.
Wuxin was like a child, with his mouth wide open, crying so hard that he could no longer care about his own image. While crying, he shouted heartbreakingly: "Brother, you can't die! You're dead."
What will happen to the Pingle Kingdom? What will we do? Without you, who can listen to me? Big brother! Woo------" Such heartless words would definitely draw a blank stare and
Laughing, but at this time, no one could laugh. They just knelt down silently and wiped their tears gently. Only Lu Xiao still stood upright against the wind, with no expression on his cold face.
Taoist Xuanmu looked at Wuxin who was crying and said helplessly: "Okay, I'm not dead yet! Don't cry now, there are still some things that Taoist has not done yet!" Wuxin stopped crying immediately.
She made a sound, twitching and lowering her head, her eyes were like ripe peaches, red and swollen with only a slit left.
Seeing that he had calmed down, Taoist Xuanmu turned his head and looked kindly at Li Mubai, who was crying secretly. He gently took his hand that was frozen in mid-air, smiled lightly, and comforted him softly: "You have become an immortal.
You should have taken life and death lightly a long time ago. How can you feel sad because of such a trivial matter like mine? Wipe your tears quickly, I have something to say to you."
Then, he raised his head again, looked at Lu Xiao who was still angry, and continued: "My child, do you really not want to take another look at me, a dying old man?"